Years back, when a handsome flower was plucked
by fate, thought and astringents of a life
on the day meant for love, delicately go back
in memories to treasure the wonderful love
The Master Spirit need no solace and none
of brawny fore to probe its heart and skill
It hath, the secret shining of the sun
that cosmic power and magnetic will of him
that makes the memory so precious to hold
that can never let the mother's heart let go
The spirit of the unborn child lives on
with the unfortunate mother who had to frow
Yet in the spirit of thy memory cherished
even years after the true love got perished!
Dated: 14 Feb 2007
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem